I left the hotel, pulled up my map app, found the nearest pharmacy, and followed the directions.
The pharmacy was just around the corner, less than a thousand feet away. A quick walk and I was there in about three minutes.
I asked the clerk for some anti-inflammatory ointment. There were tons of options—some with strong chemicals that might sting, and others with gentler ingredients that felt cool and soothing.
They even had fun versions with flavors like strawberry, blueberry, and watermelon. The idea of using strawberry-flavored ointment on Catherine's swollen area, while also enjoying the taste, was pretty tempting. It would be quite the experience.
I grabbed all the fruit-flavored ointments and headed to the counter.
The cashier's eyes widened when she saw the dozen ointments in my hand. She said, "Sir, if the swelling is that bad, you should probably see a doctor."
"Nah, these are for some fun with my girlfriend. Just ring them up," I replied.
She looked at me curiously, a shy blush creeping onto her face, but she rang me up anyway.
The total came to $520. Not too bad.
I carried the bag of ointments back and spotted Catherine heading towards the hotel lobby. She was walking slower than usual, probably because of our wild night.
I caught up to her, grabbed her from behind, then firmly lifted her into my arms.
Startled, she let out a scream, her face going pale. But once she realized it was me, she clung to my neck, pressing her body against mine.
I loved how she relied on me, and I couldn't resist teasing her. "What, you don't trust me? Think I can't hold you?"
She playfully punched my chest. "You scared me! Put me down, I can walk."
Ignoring her, I lifted her a bit higher. She screamed again, not caring about the scene she was making.
After a couple of seconds in the air, she landed safely back in my arms. She held me tighter, her head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
As she started to calm down, she shot me a look of playful resentment.
I lifted her a bit higher and whispered in her ear, "Come on, don't act tough. You could barely stand after last night, how can I let you walk on your own?"
Catherine blushed and quickly covered my mouth with her hand. "Shut up! Don't say embarrassing stuff like that in public."
"I'm just talking about normal adult things. Plus, I'm whispering so only you can hear, so no need to worry."
"No! The hotel's surveillance has audio recording."
"So what? It's their honor to hear," I said confidently. Not every guy could make his girlfriend's pussy swollen, after all.
Catherine was super shy, curling up in my arms like a kitten.
I carried her into the elevator, up to our room, and she started to relax.
She wriggled free, jumped out of my arms, and hopped onto the sofa.
But her legs were still weak. She knelt on the sofa as soon as she stood up, then crossed her legs and sat looking at me.
"So, when did you wake up? Why are you coming back from outside?" she asked, confused.
"Last night when I helped you bathe, I saw that your pussy was swollen. I thought you might be uncomfortable this morning, maybe even unsteady on your feet. So when I woke up, I went out to buy some anti-inflammatory ointment for you," I replied sincerely.
Catherine looked a bit shy at my explanation, but seeing that I was considerate and thought of her condition, she felt really happy.
Her face lit up with a smile as she leaned towards my bag. "Why did you buy so many?"
"In case I make you swollen again, we won't need to buy more."
"Are these really ointments, not cat treats?" Catherine picked up two boxes of ointment, her eyes fixed on the flavors on the packaging. "There's even blueberry and strawberry flavors."
"Are cat treats even this diverse in flavors?" she asked.
I sat next to her, took one box of anti-inflammatory ointment from her hand, opened the packaging, and took out the ointment.
"We'll get to know these slowly," I said as I opened the ointment, getting ready to apply it.
"How?" she asked, confused.
"You'll find out later." After that, I put the ointment and the lid on the table, pushed Catherine down on the sofa, took off her pants, and spread her legs.
I pressed one of her feet against the sofa's backrest and placed the other on the table, forming a large "V" with her two long legs.
Catherine knew I was going to help her apply the ointment, so she didn't resist, even obediently spreading her legs apart.
I picked up the ointment on the table, squeezed a bit onto my fingertip, and gently applied it to the edge of her pussy.
Her pussy had been active all night, still sensitive, trembling as soon as my fingers touched it.
Then I gently applied some to the plump labia of her pussy.